Chapt 3's here!

Okay, I have a nursing clinic (did I just say that? Yes I did) so it may be slowing down a bit from here. It's just a week, but it'll take most of the day to do and will be taking up a lot of my mind, but in the evenings, it's all writing. So if this gets slower, that's why.

Oh, and guys, I actually had to look up a few words in the end there. I know, the Black Order probably doesn't have a testing room like that, but I was swimming at the time and yes, here comes the pun, my mind was water-logged. So... a room like that they have! Also, I know it's gonna be damn hard for a person to dodge a mortir, my family happens to know a lot about guns etc., but this is ALLEN WALKER here! The kid who caught a bullet the first time we met him! Hellooo??

So... yeah, I have a bad habit of hating anything inaccurate, so forgive me for making you (possibly) learn things in here. It's the only reason I go to school, information for my stories (note: water and corn starch. It's AWESOME!!... and I am so using that with my 15's story )

Yeah, before I asked if I could add music into this fic— that may not be happening for a bit, but it will come around eventually.

Man, this thing feels like it's going fast, so I'm really glad I got a brainstorm the other day, and so, this is probably going to be pretty long (hopefully, hehe...) but I'm running low on immediate ideas, so if anyone has a request (please, nothing completely absurd or involving romance) I'll see if I can work it in to get going a bit. No promises though, so if I don't add in your idea or another verson of it, please don't be offended.

X-over watchers, I have not abandoned you, I'm just too lazy to edit the next chapter right now

Okay... this is getting long, so let's cut to the chase: This chapter may be extremely cheesy, somewhat inaccurate on both scientific and canon elements, and have grammar/spelling errors. Please forgive and forget!

Disclaimer: If I owned D.Gray-Man, the Order wouldn't have been destroyed, Road would've gone into Allen's room and worded him.

The room Allen was given was much less fancy than the ones Levirrier and Link had gotten. That suited him just fine. Frills and satins only seemed to irritate him, as though he had a long-bred grudge against things that were just a bit too high-society for him. However, he was quite glad to notice that there was indeed a private shower for him. He knew Levirrier was planning to stay for a month at the least, and communal bathing was his nightmare. Since the moment he awoke, he had hated exposing his left arm for obvious reasons.

He looked around briefly. It was a basic room, but maybe slightly larger than most. The floor was wooden, red oak, he supposed, by it's color. The walls had slightly darker shades of red contrasting with one bright shade, crossing over each other to for diamond patterns. They were popular these days, apparently. The fancier rooms back at central had also been recently renovated to have this wall pattern.

A scientist had accompanied him to the room, as I was a bit off the way off the other's. Several Crow Squad guards had come in scout ships to protect Levirrier if need be. Apparently, the last time Levirrier had come to main headquarters, there had been an attack. It had ultimately been stopped by two exorcists with evolved innocences, but not before almost the entire order was destroyed.

Even though Allen knew the reason behind it, he greatly disliked the Crow Squad. They disliked him back, shooking him looks through the eye holes in their masks when only he could see. Allen never returned their gazes, he simply held his head up and though he was silent, he acted cocky around them. They hated him utterly, and Allen got the impression if anything did go wrong during the time here, he wasn't about to get praise for solving it. He wasn't to be favored over them. He would get no freedom they thought he didn't deserve.

"Allen!" Johnny cried from the door, throwing it wide open. He ran over to Allen, knocking the younger boy off balance. Allen fell backwards and into a wall while Johnny seemed to take no notice, and simply hugged him. "Allen... you never came back..."

Allen twitched slightly. It was the second time in one day someone had something about him going away. It irked him. He had lived in central almost his whole life, he had suffered in an accident and lost all memory, he had never been to even the old Order Headquarters.

"Sorry, who..." Allen bit back the profanity he was halfway tempted to toss out. Usually he made a point of not swearing, nor being rude at all, but he was quite willing to make an exception when a complete stranger came up and hugged him.

Johnny looked up at him, eyes tearing up slowly. "You really don't remember, do you?"

Allen scowled.

000

He slammed the door loudly and fell back on the bed. "Dammit, what is it with the people around here?" He asked aloud, figuring now that now that he was alone he could swear as he liked. He slipped his arms out of his long jacket but did not get up, lying there quietly, running things over in his mind. A Bookman had cried over him, when all he had known of the Bookman was his alias. A scientist he had never seen except for maybe at a glance when they had arrived had hugged him. He wasn't too sure this place was worthy of being the main defense against the Earl. Everyone here was utterly insane.

No, it was pointless searching around for answers. He had an archive in his room. Timcanpy fluttered down from his perch on the headboard, sensing that Allen wanted him. Allen rarely spoke lately, so Tim had learned to pick up the signs when he was wanted or needed. It was the connection of Noah that held them together, and the only reason Allen was permitted to keep the small golden ball. Tim held the music which Allen would play.

"Tim, what's going on here?" Tim flew in circles around his extended right arm. For once, he had absolutely no idea what Tim was saying. "You don't get it either?" Tim stopped in midair and drooped his wings sadly. "I see."

He took a long sigh and pulled out a small container of pills. They were small and oval shaped, with faint pink hues. The word, "Walker" was printed in small uppercase letters on the tops. They all looked like plastic; swallow-whole pills.

Allen looked disdainfully at the pills. He was strange. He had both Noah powers and a parasitic innocence, and he had to compensate for both. As being so, he ate lots of food for his innocence and suppressed his Noah powers to avoid an all out battle within his body. The pills supposedly suppressed the Fourteenth Noah from reviving and taking over his conciousness. But if it was take the pills or wind up with no mind and simply being a body for a Noah, he was willing to almost kill himself daily.

Grudgingly, he tossed the pill into his mouth and instantly clamped his hand over his mouth. The gag reflex disliked these pills, and he had to absolutely force them down. He shuddered and threw his head back, swallowing hard to get it down, pulling every trick he could think of from holding his nose to stroaking his throat until it finally went.

He slumped back against the bed, panting for lack of breath. He may have been a Noah-Exorcist hybrid whatever, but he was still classified as a human. It was only so long he could be active while holding his breath. In truth, he was simply exhausted because he didn't like this Order place. People everywhere and acting so strangely, it wore him out.

Opening one weary eye, he reached out and patted Tim, who bowed his wings in time. The golden ball carefully walked up to snuggle right into Allen's ribs cage. Allen smiled softly. If there was one thing he actually cared about, it would be Tim.

Tim was the one link to everything he had, even if neither of them could remember it.

000

"He really doesn't remember, then?" Lenalee asked desperately. Lavi sat beside her on the bed in Johnny's room. It was cluttered with gagets and books, but more organized than Lavi's. Kanda refused to let them into his room, and they would all have been skinned alive if it were discovered by Komui they were meeting in Lenalee's room. Allen's room hadn't been accessible for two years. It hurt to even pass it sometimes on the way to meals. Closest one to the dining hall on the left, small bloodstains on the hinges from when Komui used it for storage, and it creaked when it opened.

Johnny swallowed hard before nodding his head. "You should have seen how he looked at me..." He rested his head in his hands and sank back into the chair. "He... he just... didn't recognize me at all..." Lavi nodded.

"Same with me..." He said. Of all the things to walk off Levirrier's boat wearing his friend's skin, an annoyed, edgy, spiteful person who seemed to have forgotten everything he ever held dear was not it.

"What do yo think they did to him?" He asked, the melancholy shining through clear as his hammer in a wide empty space. Johnny and Lenalee shook their heads, not wanting to think about what they knew Central was capable and plenty willing to do to a person.

"Th... they were making things when I was there..." Lenalee said, her voice high and breaking every few words. "Thing to make a person... die... then just use them... as a puppet or something..." Johnny bit his lip.

"But Allen's not dead..." Johnny said determinedly. "He's not dead, he's just really out of it! That's it, that's all!"

The door opened with a loud shriek at that moment, making every occupant of the room jump. A new scientist stuck his head in the room.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" He cried when he saw the two exorcists in Johnny's room. It was common knowledge that Johnny was closer to the exorcists than almost everyone else in the Order, as almost everyone else feared them, even just a bit. More often than not, exorcists were avoided except at parties and such. Those times, exorcists seemed more close to human, while not fighting or training. All other times, the aura of superiority clung to most of them, and the newer recruits had somehow got it into their head they should back off.

Johnny however, just nodded his head back and forth, indicating it was fine. "Johnny, supervisor said he needed you to come to the test area, said to hurry..." Johnny nodded, putting on his serious work face. He put his hand on Lenalee's shoulder and said:

"I'm sure he'll be fine, no matter what's really happening," With that, he smiled in a way Allen taught him how to, and turned to go work. He left the door half opened and trotted beside the newbie scientist.

"Were you talking about Walker?" He asked. Johnny's face fell and he nodded. "So I take it he wasn't always like that..." Johnny bit his lip.

"Allen was nothing like that thing in his skin."

000

Allen stood at the southern part of a white, rectangular room; a glass divider behind him, where a group of scientists, Komui, Levirrier and Link all stayed. Johnny rushed into the door with the other scientist panting behing him, still not used to the Black Order's real size, it seemed.

"Komui, what's going on?" Johnny asked, making sure to be a few steps closer to the Supervisor and a few steps father away from the Investigators.

"We're planning to see if Allen's slowed down at all because of him... absence," Komui said, not completely hiding the grim tone in his voice as he said the last word. Johnny swallowed nervously and nodded. Komui nodded back and with a glance at Levirrier he spoke into a microphone attached to his headset.

"Walker, we are beginning, please dodge and destroy all obstacles," And with that, the timer began with a loud chreen.

All at once, things in the room began moving. Plates in the walls popped out and revealed small quad-mounted guns that looked as though they were designed for anti-aircraft purposes, not tests. Many did not reveal turrets, but large sliding blocks, moving in and out in a complicated pattern, and more did not move at all. There was one thing similar about all them, however, they made it nearly impossible to navigate at all.

Several of the scientists made small protesting noises as Allen jumped around the room to avoid being injured.

"This was the level he was at most often before," Komui explained. "It requires lots of movement and jumping— Allen's specialty." Some became hushed and returned to monitoring the screens. Most of them had joined after Allen had left, it seemed. There were a few startled noises as Allen back-flipped to avoid a particularly lucky moving slide. He landed smoothly on another before jumping again and being missed by a small mortir, which had been amazingly well aimed. It's shrapnel scattered across half the room.

Johnny leaned closer to the screen he and Komui were nearest too, which displayed the small-muscle movement in Allen's body. "Komui, something's wrong here..." This earned some confused looks from others, who were completely overwhelmed by Allen's ability to move.

Komui bent over to see the screen better. "Go back to that last jump," Johnny said to the scientist, a shaved-bald man who looked to be in his late thirties. "Slow it down three-fold." Johnny said. He nodded and complied. Johnny pointed to the spot where Allen landed, and Komui let out a thoughtful hum.

"He tripped at the last moment," Komui remarked. Johnny nodded.

"See? His foot should have stayed mostly stationary as he landed," It replayed again, "But it didn't." Allen's infrared form turned back in midair and descended like a trained acrobat. His feet came down first to act as shocks, lines up and knees bent. They touched down and then the left one buckled, so slightly it was almost impossible to notice. His knee dropped several degrees and feet shifted somewhat unnaturally for mere seconds before he was able to pull them back under control and finish the land correctly.

"I don't think he's ever tripped," Johnny said, "Not even slightly." Komui nodded and returned to watching Allen as he was, now moving swiftly along a particularly full area of turrets. He got behind one and swung his leg around, knocking the makeshift gun off it's mount. Several of the scientists sat open-mouthed at this display.

"Why doesn't he use Crowned Clown, instead?" Komui asked. Levirrier chuckled.

"Crowned Clown is often used as a last resort, as he becomes very tired after fighting with it for too long." He said haughtily. "His Innocence is extremely powerful, but as of this moment, he cannot use it," Levirrier continued, "Because at the same time, his Noah abilities are being compromised. If he uses one for too long, the other grows too powerful and upsets his capabilities." Johnny knew that was a bad thing, but for some reason, he quite liked the idea.

"And when things such as that happen, Walker becomes... disruptive," The last word was covered with so much lace it was like poisoned honey. Komui nodded and returned to watching.

It looks strange... Johnny thought The way he' s landing seems normal, and it's close, but it's just a bit off, like he cant really get it anymore. There was a strange horror to that. Like Allen had forgotten even his own style. It's like his mond doesn't remember what to do, even though his body does. That had to be it. The confrontation of body and mind is skewing his balance, but just enough to make him trip. But there was something way more important than that. Part of him remembers, though.